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Heelida Sei, who has a good background and neat appearance, is a poet who is said to be the next woman-in-law.

She was exceptionally talented in leading them to not cross the line without going against the will of the high man she served.

Heelida, born as a child of the aristocracy, was even good at Carolingian, so he was a necessary talent for Philip, who had many troubles in his family.

Eight years have passed since the grand national marriage.

Queen Juleika, who has a strong sense of pride, has learned albion language with difficulty.

However, when talking to a spouse without affection, he still used carolinger as an old aristocrat. This is because Carolingian was the official language of the Dernier continent before the revolution.

Philippe's carolinger skills were at a level that could not be considered good, so it was clear that he acted more like that.

Born as a princess of the vast Maine-Lat estate, Zuleika, who had a father of the Emperor's brother, was the sister of the emperor.

She could neither understand nor forgive the fact that she, a noble lady, had to live in the palace with the commoner.

Therefore, they did not make a promise of marital sincerity.

It wasn't a big problem.

Having produced the deficit, Julaika fulfilled her duties as queen, and Philippe did not impose more commitment than necessary on her spouse who fulfilled her duties.

It wasn't the way of the blue-blooded man.

Even though he knew all about the cold situation of the king's ministry, he kept his heavy mouth shut and gained the trust of all the ministries.

The king and queen, who rarely concurred, readily agreed to leave their children to Heilada.

As a result, she rolled up the hem of her skirt and crisscrossed the cottage garden, which was thickly forested.

After his little prince.

Prince Aslan ran up to the bedroom on the second floor of Cottage like a little puppy.

After catching up with the prince in a hurry, she faced a child's question even before she could catch her breath.

Aslan is asked as a perfect carolinger without a perfect carolinger.

"Hilley, heilada! Why is he lying down? You can't even talk?”

Heelida Seidle failed to stop Prince Aslan's curiosity. The honest and lively prince was not an easy match for his experienced wife, Hileida.

The royal family's deficit, which is expected to become a crown prince in a few years, was a curious and healthy child.

The prince wandered all over the palace for a moment, and seemed to regard the dark cottage as a special adventure in the shadow of the forest.

It would be terrifying to know that her only son, whom she cherishes, stopped by here.

"But it's good to know it's time for Lady Elle to go pray.’

Lady Eleanor, who is becoming increasingly confused, spent most of her day kneeling down in front of the palace's small statue and praying. Only one new girl was dispatched to the palace to take care of Elena's safety.

Nevertheless, she hurriedly coaxed Aslan, not knowing when she would be seen by other women.

"Melkior is very sick.”

"That's why you can't talk, you can't eat, you can't walk in the garden? White teeth?fi"

"Your Highness, you can't say that.”

Aslan knew quite a lot about the whitefish. Adults talk all sorts of things, staying by the bedside of a sleeping child.

If you use Brunenian to whisper, you can't understand it, but Aslan understood her mother's language quite well.

All the ladies from the nobility who followed their mothers in Brunnen said the same thing.

It's common sense to have an ominous child in the palace from an unborn child. It's an insult to my mother.

"Why? "

"That's a bad word. It's not suitable for you, Your Highness. Now, let Melchior rest.”

She naturally surrounded Aslan and led him out of the bedroom. As he left the room holding the hand of his favorite poet, the seven-year-old prince glanced back.

"He's lying down every day. Do I have to let him rest again? All day, every day? What do you do when you lie down?”

"Nothing.”

"But you said it was her birthday! But you can't get up?”

Aslan was a smart boy enough to share carolinger and albion. From his perspective, it was definitely the fireworks that burst on his birthday and the lights that lit at the feast that he saw today in front of this remote palace.

"You know what, I learned today. It's one more day on the calendar every four years. It's like I got it as a gift, but he's just lying down. Wouldn't it be boring?”

"Maybe not, Aslan.”

How can I do that? Can you hear the bird? But how old is he? How come you're like a doll made of gold and ivory? Can you bring my dog, Luan, and play with him? No, my mother told me not to let you step on the carpet with Luan's dirt feet.

A child's words are contextless, fragmentary, and explosive. Shining and burdensome. It was an unfamiliar but not confusing voice.

Melchior opened his eyes.

He didn't even turn his head, just like the position the woman laid in the morning, but he quickly knew who the child was now running into his bedroom.

'This time again.

Instead of having an inner heart come out of Aslan Riorgnan, only nurturing was heard. Just like before. His 'brothers' skills were not applied.

A healthy, running child, a clear, intelligent voice, and Melchior's second return after wearing the body.

Time and year are clearly set in Melchior's brain, which has been tangled by pain. All the information I've heard and seen so far gets the right index.

Order is placed between memories that seem to burst without the blessing of oblivion. Now he can remember everything in the right order.

It's 1872.

In the past, I have never failed to establish myself for such a long time.

While Melchior was in a long mess, the beginning of a mountain was approaching.

Soon Philippe will meet the goddess Theofillain. The new girl who is scheduled to have a king.

Forsaken by both a mad lover and a cold queen, Philippe was not the kind of spouse who kept the spirit of marriage.

Philippe's often living Chun-hee's night was an open joke among the aristocrats. It was not recommended, of course, to reach out to Cortizan, who entered and entered the palace at the time of birth, but it was far from a reasonable difficulty.

But a single night between the goddess and the king is a device of myth, not a result of purification or love.

Aslan's innocence will soon come to an end.

Now it is time for the king of our world to come, who is persecuted by the horses and stable, by the holy mother.

Melchior must listen helplessly to the goddess's favorite hero's song.

The complete obedience and complete resistance must always come to the same end, but why was he given thought and will?

However, it seemed that Melchior had different conditions than any other beginning he had known in the past.

What is the cruel and cruel god preparing for this time?

Anyway, history is looking forward to the birth of a new millennium's protagonist.

Among them, Melchior Lyognan's pain and additional elements of narrative do not get a line. This narrative doesn't exist to explain him.

How can a narrative that wasn't created in the first place function as an explanation?

This world will be created in 1873.

Now Melchior must perform his role after creation. God's will and arrangements were punishment and shackles to him.

"Healida, close the window before you go out. The afternoon sun is shining.”

Heelida was told that Melchior had given the first order of his life.

She has a good ear. It was one of the qualities that led her to a high position.

The young woman looks back at the person who gave the order, a soft, friendly but forceful voice that she could never refuse. in fear of becoming a salt pillar or stone statue

The prince's figure on the bed was sacredly dignified, even though he wore a body without any substance as if he had a layer of skin on his bones.

If the archangel who will defeat the Darkness comes down, it will have that kind of style.

Forgetting even holding Aslan's hand, Heelida thought so.

Collateral damage:

A wise Aslan will never forget this moment. The first experience of yourself being pushed out of other people's interests and the center of the world.

***

"Oh, wow, prince, look, when the flowers are gone, dig out the bulb... You have to dry it and store it."

Thomas Soler, a gardener at the Star Cottage Garden, demonstrated the excavation of anemone's bulb.

Sitting with him, Melchior nodded softly as he looked at the bulb on his rough hand.

Below the chin of an uncharacteristically beautiful boy, the golden hair as long as a girl shook. It was long past the time to cut it.

The boy had a good manner and mature attitude, but the clothes were not as old as the prince's because the adult's hands were not touching, and the teachers who came in the morning could not eat them properly.

Thomas has known the child for three years, but as usual, he did not dare to look at him and explained how to raise an anemone.

"Scall, dig, oh, freeze if you don't freeze. C. To see the flowers next year, you have to plant them in season, called the teeth, teeth, and dried bulb.”

"Yes."

Thomas was a poor talker and slow talker, but the prince listened patiently to the explanation.

Thomas, who had lived his life watching people's faces, was rather sensitive to the appearance of others, unlike the impressions of his large and reliable body.

Thomas, who had never left Carmaine, on the west coast, came to the palace because his master's daughter, who worked for him, became the king's lady.

When he heard that his daughter was going to bring his son-in-law to the government, Vittia soon passed away.

Rumors have been circulating in Carmen since then. The child that Elene gave birth to was an idiot, and Elle's girl was also out of her mind.

'The rumors are pure lies.’

Elene, who is crazy, said, "My hair is white in 10 years, but it's only curly like before, and this puppy is so smart and smart. Why do people in this palace treat the first prince like a plague?

As an orphan who grew up in the slums, he couldn't understand what was of blood and custom.

"Then will flowers bloom again next year?”

"If not."

"Every year?"

"Eh, that's right.”

"That's fine. I want to learn more about gardening.”

The simple gardener gave Melchior a breathing room.

It was impulsive to choose something that had never been chosen before, under this new condition.

Maybe he'll allow Melchior to learn, or he'll thunder down tomorrow and take this gardener off the board.

I didn't know without trying.

"Joe, that's a good idea, Prince."

Thomas grinned broadly.

I was glad that the prince, who speaks many foreign languages, reads thick books, and gets something from poor teachers, was interested in soil and flowers.

It would be great if he could instill a little joy in that orphaned creature who is only a boy about ten years old and with empty eyes. So that the flower that blooms every year can protect the prince.

The garden, which had been in ruins for the past decade, has turned into a neat and lively shape under the touch of Thomas from the countryside.

The garden, planted with different grasses and flowers every season, was comfortable and cozy.

In spring, pink, purple, and white cherries grew to different heights along the clear pond, and moss stuck in the rock garden, creating a mysterious atmosphere.

The soul of the person who could create such beauty was pure and simple.

Thomas, who was there all the time, but only got to know his name in this life, was more true than any 11-year-old Melchior had ever known. There was no distinction between what he actually heard and what was posted.

Melchior looks at Thomas for a long time.

To an innocent person who has a lot of love.

A premonition comes into Melchior's mind. It is a sentence of unknown origin for oneself. A sentence that God's control, unable to handle the world, flowed down a twisted line.

"Love is fragile, fragile, and unwarranted."

Soon the hunch turns out to be right.

Elene Vitia committed suicide with her gardener when she was thirteen years old.

This left a big impression on Melchior, without repetition, as the first incident.

Although the rumors of a married lady were not new to the court, the exact rumor that a poor stutter was eaten by a gardener and the king's government was a completely different incident from social entertainment.

Elaine's behavior was a struggle not to confirm the dishonor, but also a resistance from a poor woman who no longer had the strength to endure life.

The suicide made no one laugh.

Julaika felt a great sense of humiliation. In addition to having to tolerate the king's government, the label of vulgar crimes followed her name.

Philip, who secretly ordered his servants to stay mum and recover their bodies, began to be distressed after the funeral of his first love, who killed himself while having an affair.

When our father, who had been defending himself, became completely helpless, the threat of murder began to come to our main character and the new girl who gave birth to him.

Every time Arthur wandered around the world, the world was broken little by little by little. Beyond the suffering of Melchior's presence, global uncertainty has also deepened.

The abyss of the collapse of the world seemed to be a sign.

The amazing knowledge, the past before memory, which had never been given in eight lives, permeated through the cracks in the world.

In a strange joy, Melchior thought of the anxiety God was going through.

This is what you did.

In the process, Melchior's journey became many times more difficult.

Aslan and Zuleika's forces grew out of control during their childhood as if they had died in the aftermath of the Holy Sepulcher.

Philippe, who is still available, is almost in a state of death.

The scar was not applicable only to princes who would face him, and Philippe was not an exception.

However, even the addition of highly developed 'sexual scars' could not be applied to the unconscious.

It was not easy for the dying Philippe to stand by when he sometimes came to his senses. But the patient Melchior did it.

At first, he obtained a nominal organization called the Interior Security Administration, and at the very end he had to sign the royal seal.

Melchior was not impressed by the angry face of the Duke of Joseph Kruel with perfect documents.

This is because it was difficult to determine whether that murder was different from his previous life.

When Kruell failed to nullify the document, he interrupted the publication of the bookcase. In the end, Melchior became the crown prince without a bookbinding ceremony.

That was enough.

Even after all the great things and figures passed by, the garden remained to Melchior.

The 20-year-old man's limbs are gracefully long, but there is a strange awkwardness in earth work. He squirts his swollen bulb in the cold ground. The joy of the first garden work has not diminished yet.

The failures of his past life have left him with not only remorse but also accumulated knowledge.

After seven repetitions, we finally succeeded in bringing God's grace to the world, so we could break the tip of God's pen one day.

A steady gardener spends the year bulking, burying, digging the same bulb every year after year.

Stopping the stars from running, waiting for the day to break the rules of the world.